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Furnishments dumpstered, a grand score You didn't need money, not money Everything you owned a hatchback Battered and musty, and musty But these days I
days, I miss strangers more than I More than I miss my friends And the waves of conversations breakin' On the shores of my head again Furnishments
made their way down. My eyes struggled to reach the darker corners of the room. Profuse and antique, torn and tattered furnishment. I felt as if I
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